Robin sings as gulls soar

Back yard seems far too modest.
Does garden sound too grand?
Either way we nurture
Our little patch of land.

blah blah copyright Celia Warren 2011 (it may develop into a longer poem anon)

Mowed the lawn for the first time this year, carefully avoiding some naturalised violets, whose surrounding grass blades I trimmed by hand. All the time, and while I weeded a little afterwards, Robin serenaded me from a nearby tree. Fetched my camera to catch him open-beaked and had the added bonus of a load of gulls soaring overhead, also in full voice. Oh, the joys of spring!